Topic: Lights Last Embrace - A Wheel of Time Game
Subject: Mmmm Stew
Cho'Ra moved toward the hysterical woman, still bleeding and sobbing at the fear of losing her daughter, "Ma'am, Mistress," what was it? Oh, "Velalin, may I heal you? I am no Aes Sedai, but I have been a healer in my, home, for as long as I can remember. May I?"
The woman offered her nothing but more sobs as she fell back to her knees, clutching her hands to her chest and rocking back and forth gently as her daughter was carried away from her. Cho’Ra knelt beside her, beginning the motions of a healing weave. She knew all too well the pain of losing a child, and could in some way understand the fear and anguish this woman must feel watching her own be dragged away from her. She could have clutched at her own heart with the stab of guilt that hit her there again once more, but continued forming the weave.
"My fellow travelers," the small woman standing behind her began awkwardly, "Will you join me in investigating this terrible matter and, if discovered that she is indeed innocent, assist me in allowing the woman to be pardoned and set free? Please, my friends, I implore you to help me with this task."
"Of course." came the almost immediate reply from Cho'Ra, as the weave sprang forth warmly from her.
((OOC: 1st level Heal--marked off one used level 1 weave)
As the weave complete, a small voice seemed to finally catch her attention, “Perhaps Mistress Velalin you would accompany us into the inn?,” It seemed to have been the bowman who had also tried awkwardly to open the front door of the Gleeman’s Abode with all the others. He expressed the futility of chasing after the girl at this moment and gazed about at the rest of the group as he inquired about their interest in moving someplace warmer than the street, "Anyone else tired, hungry and looking for more information before jumping feet first into a hornet's nest?" His gaze met the Mistress’ once more, "And you Mistress Velalin? Some food and a chance to convince us of your servant's plight?"
The Domani nodded her agreement and glided, as most Domani women were trained to move, next to the bowman, “I agree. We can discuss the matter as easily indoors as we can out here. The coming night will bring the chill with it, there is no reason we should add our suffering to the mix.”
As her fellow onlookers began to head inside, Cho’Ra gently helped Mistress Velalin to her feet and ushered her gingerly toward the inn.
The inside of the Gleeman's Abode was clean and well-maintained, although the tables and chairs seemed a little worn. At least in another place it would have been considered worn. In the warm, genuine atmosphere of the inn's common room, it appeared comfortable and well-broken-in.
Cho’Ra’s ears perked up as she entered. A jaunty fiddler was playing a tune she had heard often throughout her childhood, and she felt the pain in her chest rise once more. She focused on the feebleness the Mistress was showing and trying to keep the slowly prying eyes off the their precarious group.
Eventually the little Ebou Dari girl sequestered them a table and Cho’Ra lead Mistress Velalin to a seat with them. She ordered her and herself a simple vegetable stew and some ale, and continued to pat the woman’s back in what she hoped was a reassuring manner. Cho’Ra had grown up with multitudes of rules and regulations regarding how to act in these situations, what to say and things of that nature, but she was trying these days a tactic of sincerity. She was learning, however, that feeling sincere engaging in active sincerity, were two different beasts altogether, and it was difficult.
The food came, and before she or the Mistress could sip either the warmth of their stews or their drinks, the bowman turned his attention back to the grieving woman, "Mistress Velalin, I think the time has come for you to tell us your story. Why don't you start at the beginning and tell us what happened? Without information we cannot do anything. In the end, perhaps there will be something we can do."
(OOC: Assuming the woman tells the story essentially as indicated it the first game threads)
Cho’Ra once again tried the back pat thing as a show of consolation, though she doubted it helped at all. The woman told the store as woefully as she appeared.
"Was the aes Sedai really here just to help your son?” The Bowman continued, “To your knowledge was she doing anything else here? Is there anyone else in your household? Anyone else that has been there recently? How quickly are the authorities likely to act on their suspicion? How long do we have to learn anything?”
Cho’Ra’s mouth nearly dropped open, seeing this onslaught of questioning a woman who had just had her daughter taken away from her. She wanted to intervene and let the woman have some stew, but the interrogation continued.
"Who has the authority to order the young woman's arrest, or to order her release? Are there any other aes Sedai in town that you know about? What is the evidence against this young woman? What sort of investigation has been done? Was it more then just those two who arrested her? Was your daughter acting strangely today?”
Finally, as she sipped the last of her own stew, Cho’Ra threw down her spoon and almost let her emotions fully win her over. Instead, she took a small breath and smiled politely at the inquisitor, “Bowman, please do excuse my intrusion here. Mistress Velalin, as she has just relayed to you, has had quite the traumatic morning, wouldn’t you say? Would it be alright with you if we allowed her some air to gather her thoughts before addressing your questions, or at least let her have it of stew first? I am able to heal the body a little here and there, but,” she sighed, “alas, I am unable to heal the soul. And it would appear the Mistress could use a little bit of that, don’t you think? Stew can’t to much for it, but at least it’s warm.” Her smile moved to the side into a teasing smirk, “Well, hopefully it’s still a little warm.”
Posted on 2018-12-31 at 20:50:18.
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